Blueberry Coffee

I haven't come by love often

except for the kind you find in the last pages

of a book that wasn't quite long enough

or at the bottom of a glass of whiskey

at home alone on a Friday night

but I came by it each morning with you

for a week that wasn't quite long enough

as we uncovered the Earth's secrets with the birds

before even the Sun had the time

and your apartment smelled of blueberry coffee

Reviews

[zombiebird]

This poem is so sweet and sad. I love the way you evoke different feelings with simple images, like mentioning the kind of love you find at the end of book and of course the blueberry coffee. Well done :)